You feel yourself pulsing down there, clenching around him, trying to grip him, but you're so wet, so slippery, and he's so strong that its impossible... And it feel so good. You feel your heart racing, your mind can't focus on anything except how he feels against you, how he feels inside you, what the sensations emanating from his filling and plunging and pumping are doing to you. The heat and light are surging inside of you and you're sure something is going to burst, and its frightening, but. I knew Rick and his wife, Jill were swingers. My fantasy was to take Meg to a swing party, Id discussed swinging with Meg, but she said no, I was all she needed. Rick brought up the subject of taking Meg to a swing party. I asked how that would work and what was involved. Rick described his approach and what would happen. Over dinner the next day, Meg said an old friend had contacted her, a group of her old friends from school were getting together this Friday for dinner and a few drinks,. "I'm going to bed." She stood and John rose to join her. They said their good nights and went upstairs. Connie saw that her parents looked beat. Her mom had been cooking a lot of the day, and her father had been running errands. "Why don't you two go up?" Connie said. "I'll take care of these dishes. I'm not quite tired yet." Simon raised an eyebrow at that, but said nothing. "Are you sure, hon?" asked her mother. "You could leave them until the morning. They aren't going anywhere, after all.". “You were a little bit out of control,” I said. “I thought maybe the shock of the water would bring you around.”She bit her lip and was quiet for a moment.“Maybe you should’ve thrown her into the water,” Bonnie said eventually. “She was more out of control than I was.”I looked straight into her eyes – not that that was hard, our faces were less than a foot apart. “Estelle wasn’t trying to hit anybody with a cricket bat.”“Oh!” she bit her lip again. “I wasn’t going to hurt her or anything. All I.